Guess it’s time.

Time for new makeup. I’ve actually been meaning to post about my blush for some time, because I think it’s funny that I’ve owned the same blush for 13 years. (That’s as old as Lloyd’s students.)Â Not the same color – the same container. I got it when Todd and Kathryn Peperkorn got married ‘way back in 94. The bridesmaids went to some fancy place for makeovers, and I bought the blush. I’m not very good at putting on makeup, so I usually go without. (I also have a theory about putting colored dirt on your face, but that’s for another day.) Anyway, I’ve been slapping a little blush on in the mornings lately, and today I was in too big of a rush and dropped it. I hope they still sell ‘Fig’ at the Clinique counter.

Yea…and if we don’t have brunette eyelashes and eyebrows we look, well, pale and lifeless, just like Peggy said.
Not to mention, some of us, without make-up look shockingly like our oldest brother and while he’s a handsome man, he doesn’t make a very lovely woman.